Tag: Winter

I have always been a person that believed in the paranormal and other things such as skin walkers and windigos but I never thought I would incounter such a thing in my life, until one cold and windy day in my little town were nothing ever happened.

So my house is located across a river and this river runs all through our B.C. area it’s fairly large and to cross it there is a little one car bridge, you have to under stands that this bridge is located in the middle of the woods Draper into the forested areas in my little village.

Since my school is across from the bridge I have to cross it every morning to get to school even in the winter seasons because my parents leave to work fairly early every day of the week.

First of all: english is not my first language, so I appologize for any mistakes

This happened recently, only a few days ago as of this being posted. My family and me live in Lötschental, a relatively isolated side valley in the canton of Valais, Switzerland. And as of recently we’ve had an abundant amount of snow, cutting off the entire valley from any civilation. This apparently happened quite often back in the day and was always a reason for some scary stories to originate.

My father had been trapped outside due to not being able to leave work as they announced that the road was going to close. Luckily I was allowed to leave my gymnasium (during a latin exam, which is usually not the case so thanks to whoever convinced our principal to let us go) and catch the last train that was going to be allowed passage. So it was just my mother, 12 year old sister and me at home and all female household, for now at least.

A few days later the first supply helicopter arrived and I was to go down into the village to get our share of it. I had to go because my sister was to young to and my mothers knee was acting up again. It would probably be worth to mention that we live a bit outside the village and the walk down would take about 45-60 min. All of that in knee or at some spots even hip deep snow. So I went down into the cellar to get the snowshoes, to make it at least a bit easier to walk. I emptied my school backpack so i’d have somthing to carry our stuff back in put on my snow-wear and snowshoes and off I was.

I have always been a person that believed in the paranormal and other things such as skin walkers and windigos but I never thought I would incounter such a thing in my life, until one cold and windy day in my little town were nothing ever happened. So my house is located across a river and this river runs all through our B.C. area it’s fairly large and to cross it there is a little one car bridge, you have to under stands that this bridge is located in the middle of the woods Draper into the forested areas in my little village. Since my school is across from the bridge I have to cross it every morning to get to school even in the winter seasons because my parents leave to work fairly early every day of the week.

This particular day was a cold one, snow everywhere and the river was frozen with ice covering its surface, as I was walking tawords the bridge I saw something catch my eye across the rivers edge, there was something standing by the tree I brushed it off as a cyote or something because we have plenty of wildlife around her, but as I started to walk closer it seemed to stand very tall and it was kind of dark. Now I was kind of nervous because it could have been a wolf or a bear and I really didn’t want to get in any trouble with those animals. As I began walking across the bridge I noticed it… it was looking at me, I looked closely.. it wasent any bear, it wasent any wolf… it was something out of this world. This creature stood on its hind legs witch bend back words like its bees were inverted and it was very thin, so thing I could see it’s ribs and it’s spine when it crunches over. I was so shocked at what I was looking at. I just stood there staring for probably a minute strate but it felt like ages. The thing quirked it’s head up so fast I didn’t even see it move, it.. it was looking at me strate into my eyes. It was in human then I saw it’s mouth move. It was distorted I couldn’t make out what it was saying because I was on the bridge and it was on the rivers edge. I moved one step forwards to walk still with my eyes on it. It saw me move and screeched our a loud blood curdling scream, I was so scared I felt my eyes tear up as the thing fell on all fours and ran across the icy river at top speed faster then anything animal I had ever seen and in seconds it was gone. I ran to my school as fast I could and didn’t look back… but I swear… I heard twigs snapping behind me keeping up with my pace the hole time until I made it to the highway and ran away from the trees.

I have been hiking many times in the Appalachian and Blue Ridge mountains of the Mid-Atlantic United States. My favorite part is in Pennsylvania due to it being miles upon miles of nothing but mountains. A few years ago, I went hiking with 2 guys from my school wrestling team, Patrick LaBuz and Jon Nahay. We all agreed that we would go during winter, since the mountains are even more enticing when all white and gray. I had never hiked during winter before, but figured it would be fun. In one word: NO.

We got a late start on our first day of camping and were on edge because we didn’t find a spot until about 6 PM. It wasn’t snowing, so we built a campfire and talked about the school years (we had all graduated in 2010, it was now 2013.) I asked them if they had any scary things happen to them. Patrick said “Well, I have heard about this area, but never took much stock in it.” Jon and I pestered him to tell us what he had heard. He said that a friend of his had seen Bigfoot in the area we were at. The description is what you would expect. 7-7 1/2 feet tall, about 600 pounds, dark red or brown fur, and disproportional body attributes, like extremely long arms and a heavy stomach. Jon and I both figured that a sighting that accurate didn’t sound like a lie. I’ve always believed in Sasquatch and his counterparts, but Jon didn’t. I figured of he was interested, it was credible. Patrick finished by telling us “The footprints they found were measured and wound up being 21 inches long!” Jon started to snicker and said “I guess Shaquille O’Neal lent him his shoes.” I didn’t make a joke, because a foot that long sounded feasible if it was a monster. I told Patrick that the Bigfoot was probably long gone by now. I had no idea that he/she was much closer than I anticipated.

The first few days were uneventful. On the 4th day, a snow squall came out of nowhere just past noon. we decided to find some trees for cover and found a nice thicket that was heavily wooded, but didn’t have any brambles or thorn bushes with enough space to move around. We all hunkered down inside our tent and passed around REMs (Ready to Eat Meals, like the military use). We were able to sleep without any problem as the snow continued to fall. The next morning, I woke up and decided to look outside. about 8 inches of snow had fallen, so it wasn’t too hard to navigate. I was about to turn around when I noticed something in the snow pile. I got closer and saw a weird shape. Something like a very large footprint that had 4 toes. I thought about mentioning it to my 2 friends, but then I saw something that scared me to death. Before I go on, I was wide awake and not sleepy at all, so I know what I saw. I saw someone or something standing near a group of trees that was only about 50 feet away. I estimated it to be about 7 feet, extremely strong, very large all around, and was cinnamon-colored. I fought the urge to yell out in alarm, and instead backed up slowly, never taking my eyes off the creature. I was about to enter a hidden area, when the figure turned and looked right at my spot where I was! I froze and didn’t even blink. I wasn’t sure f it saw me or not. After a tense 20 seconds, the creature turned away and lumbered through the woods away from me. I didn’t take a single step until it was out of sight. Afraid, and with fear trumping common sense, I ran as fast as I could to tell Patrick and Jon what I had seen. When I arrived at our campsite, I saw everything was packed up, and Patrick was in the car, with Jon climbing into the trunk. I asked him what was going on, and Patrick told me to just get in so we could go. I got in without argument and made him swear to tell me what had happened while I was gone.

My experiences with the dogmen of Michigan has been very interesting. The first encounter I had with these curious and strange beings was very calm and serene. It felt as though I knew I was in no danger and everything was okay. My second encounter was harshly different, and it left me with a feeling of dread and worry. Both encounters took place within two weeks of each other, at night, same rough area, and while snow was on the ground. I’ll begin with the first encounter.

Though I’ve had to move closer to Detroit for a better job and education, I still frequently go out into the country to visit Gramma. She and my late Papa took me in when I was a teenager and raised me up right. Since she stays up late, I frequently go over later in the night and smoke with her a while before going to bed and spending the night. My first encounter took place in the second week of December of 2017 on one of these such nights.

I had left the small town of Emmett and was passing by the old country market on the corner of the crossroads of the paved road and the dirt road that my grandma lives on. It was a rare occasion when I hadn’t turned my radio on at all, and I was mainly just contemplating where my life was going.

This incident has happened more than once. Now you might remember my last story, About the demon Panther well,

Appearantly I’ve been having more experiences with this strange cat, I will probably tell the other stories at another time, my FOR now this is my second story, I am a Junior in Collage now, and I was on my Christmas break with my girlfriend well call her Jasmine, she’s a Senior in my collage now,

So it’s been about 3-4 years since the incident and life is pretty good, I have a new cat named Jasper, he is the son of my last cat Cheetah who died last year, and is still greatly missed. But anyways let’s get to the story shall we.

It was just before Christmas Eve of 2016, I don’t live that far from my collage so my girlfriend and I usually just drive there. Anyways my girlfriend and I were waking it, it was probably 7:00 in the morning,

MERCH

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